Mrs. Robinson

So, yesterday was my Grandma's 90th birthday party. My Aunt planned a big open house and invited basically everyone that my Grandma has ever known her entire life. Then she had the whole family working like slaves for two days, making flower arrangements, decorating tables, hanging balloons and streamers and crape paper. It really did look nice in the end, and my Grandma didn't stop smiling the whole day.

We hired a caterer to bring in some appetizers and finger foods for the guests to eat. The food was excellent, but even better was the caterer's son - a delicious specimen of man-meat, complete with an apron. I don't know what it is about a guy who can cook. Maybe it's just me, but damn. Either way, everyone at the party was noticing him. Even my Grandma was like, "Mmm, I'll have a slice of him along with my cake."

I figured it would be pretty hard for him to hit on me at my family party, plus I had no idea if he was even available or not, so I decided that the ball was pretty much in my court. I have to say that it was pretty fun to flirt again, especially with the cute caterer, on the sly, at my family party. And it was even more fun to be victorious and have him hang around to help us clean up just so that he could ask for my number at the end of the day.

Ah, sweet victory.

My cousin Krista happened to overhear the exchange and we all started talking about how I got the cute caterer's number. "You know he's like 6 years younger than you, right?", my Mom said. "What are you talking about?!", I asked her. "Well, I heard his Mom tell someone that he graduated from high school in 2004."

Holy fuck.

So, apparently I'm into jail-bate these days. At least (I'm pretty sure) he's 21. Plus, I don't know if I mentioned this before, but he's freakin hot. And who cares if he graduated from high school two years after I graduated from college. And who cares that when I graduated from high school he was like 12.

Wait - 12? ... Dude.

Well, anyway, he was freakin hot.